At this moment, Gao Mutou happened to return from behind, carrying Xiaoniu, and saw An Dafu and An Ning standing together, chatting about something. He casually asked, "What are you two talking about?"
An Dafu turned around and said, "Nothing much, I was saying that since everyone's here today, we might as well kill a chicken and have a good meal. I'm taking An Ning to catch a chicken."
Gao Mutou, born and raised in ancient times, was quite good at managing daily affairs. "Those chickens are for you to raise and make money from. It's not a holiday or a festival, how can you eat such precious things? It's better to eat simply; not being hungry is already a good day."
An Ning said, "Dad, don't worry about this. Mother needs to replenish her health to recover quickly. We raise these chickens at home, working hard all day to live a good life. We can't be stingy even to have a bite."
Sure enough, mentioning Mrs. Yan instantly silenced Gao Mutou's objections.
